going for walks | Life on a Colorado Farm

It’s been busy here! I mean really busy.

Hank and I have had lots and lots to do!

Oh! Yeah. Hank is here for 9 days! 9 Days of doing stuff with Hank and sometimes the kids!

YAY!

We went to the park

Grandpa pushed the girls, Hank and I sat with Mom-mom and Mom; then we stiffed around all the bushes.

We went for a walk, actually many, many walks. Hank and I walked with kids and then we would walk out onto the farm by ourselves.

We tried to follow grandpa when he would take the kids for a ride, If Blade went on the 4-wheeler then Hank and I ran beside him…that was ALWAYS exhausting. But Blade doesn’t go fast so we can keep up.

We had a cook out where Blade played on the swing. Mom said she was very happy to see the Swing going back and forth again. J Hank and I laid under the bushes and panted…it was hot that evening.

One time we all went to the river and played in the water down there.

I even tried climbing a tree… (I didn’t like it. Hank didn’t even try to climb the tree)

The girls took me out swimming…not a favorite thing of mine to do—but Hank loved it.

Still more days to go…Hank and I, not best friends forever, like Fuzzy and I were,

but good friends.

Boomer

Well…what is there to say? It’s been hard. Life without my Bestest Friend in the Whole Wide World, Fuzzy. I sometimes sit right in front of Mom and whine to her that it is hard. I put up my paw and kinda paw at the air so Mom will understand what I’m trying to say. She always reaches down and gives me a big hug and lots of pettings.

It helps…sorta.

Friday, the day after….the day after Fuzzy talked to me about Life and he said good-bye…was a very long day.

I lay on the steps, put my head between my paws and sighed huge deep sighs. Dad came in from working on the corn combine and told Mom that I was having a hard time. He then asked me to come in and hang with Mom, since Mom was also having a hard time.

It helped…sorta.

Then Mom got a call from Shannon. I heard Mom telling Shannon I was super depressed. (Boy was that correct!) After a while Mom got off the phone and came over and sat by me and just petted me. It felt really good.

“Wait! I have an idea, Boomer” I just remembered something from your first Halloween here….hang on I’ll be right back. Out she went to the tile house…Now this sounded interesting so I followed her out the back door and into the tile house, where Mom was rummaging around in some of her big boxes out there.

“Here it is! Let’s go back inside, Boomer, and put this on.

I think you are going to dress up for Halloween and go for a ride!”

Dad laughed… “Look he seems to like it!”

I did it was a fun thing to do!

While I was sorta dancing around so Mom and Dad and the cats could get a good look at me we heard Shannon and her dog pack coming down the drive way!

OH! GOODIE! THE DOG COUSINS ARE HERE! I barreled out of the house and set up a loud welcoming bay!!!!

They were all here and THEY HAD ON COSTUMES ALSO! (That is me baying at Rocky–see if you can pick me out in the other photos…I didn’t move from this spot)

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Shannon asked if Mom and I would like to go for a dog ride and dog walk! YES!!! I hollered.

Up I went into the back with the rest of the pack—four hunting dogs and two Rottweilers!

(OH! I forgot about those annoying puppies….right in your face, licking and licking and baying and hollering and climbing on me————–IT WAS A BLAST!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4sqXTglhoDg&feature=youtu.be

They also kept jumping out the truck and Shannon kept putting them back in and then they would jump out again….IT WAS WONDERFUL!!!)

Then we went for a short ride and fun run/sniff/walk it was delightful.

Mom and I have been going all sorts of places together, always together. She says we really need each other right now.

I agree. (Although, there has been tons of people here, Mom makes sure I’m okay. Sometimes I have bad dreams in my sleep and hallooooooooooo for Mom. She comes. I try to tell her I miss Fuzzy that I dream he leaves me. Then I wake up and I realize it’s true. Sure is sad.)